Sometimes Griffin goes to the cabin with his Dad. They dig in the dirt with spoons and roll around with dogs. They have a lot of fun and come home really dirty.
Griffin loves goat cheese so much, he uses it as a hair-replacement. One day, if he has a white goatee, it may look like this. Hopefully it will not smell like goat, garlic and chives.
Griffin is distressed because I told him we were out of chevre. He'll eat cheddar, but he prefers something a little more epicurious. Preferably local.
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